His Dark Obsession

26. Temptation

ZEDKIEL.

She surprised me.

I wasn’t expecting her to win against Maryka, sure I was hoping that she’d be able to try better against her than she would against me since she seemed to be terrified of hitting me without having a mental breakdown in the process. But she had impressed me. She showed far more potential than I had even hoped for. 1

I just need her to stop acting so fucking afraid of me, although I don’t blame her… the urge to devour her entirely is always there, and the hunger for her blood is growing with each passing day and I know it is wrong. No vampire drinks the blood of a supernatural… It’s taboo.

We enter our quarters and I lock the door,

letting go of her wrist and tossing my shirt down. “Run the bath.”

Her heart’s pounding, but she doesn’t disobey and walks off. My eyes flash

when I see the bruises on her back;

Maryka aimed to hurt, she is a practised fighter and instead of treating it as a sparring match and using her fighting techniques, she instead was attacking to hurt. Did she feel threatened by Evangeline? Or me?

My anger rises as I walk through to the bedroom, the sound of running water

reaching my ears. I’m putting Evangeline in the line of fire, and I know that. Taking

her as my Luna is going to cause issues and put her in danger. Everyone wants that crown, and they can’t hurt me, but they will try to hurt her to get to me.

I silently watch her through the gap in the open bathroom door, she’s not in my

line of sight but her reflection shows in the mirror. She’s sitting on the edge of

the tub, running her fingers through the

water. Her face is solemn, and she

appears to be lost in thought. She had opened her hair, which had already been

pulled from its tie thanks to Maryka, and

she now runs her fingers through it.

There is a risk to what I’m doing, but I

don’t have any other option… There is a rage within me, one that always gets the

better of me and results in the death of

every woman that comes close to me.

When I do take women to bed, even when

I feel in control, they still end up dead. No

matter how hard I try to rack my brain,

the last thing I always remember is fucking them and then it’s a blank. I wake

up with them dead. 2

I want her… want to feel every inch of her

body and to fuck her in every position

possible but at the same time there is a

part of me that fears what may happen if

I do… I have never wanted a woman as much as I want her. I and the beast within me both feel a pull to her and deep down, I still wonder if she can be my mate. I had felt something when I touched her, but without her wolf, I can’t be so sure.

I enter the bathroom, and she looks up, her heart skipping a beat. I don’t say anything, my gaze going to the tub,

which is almost full. She has added

something to it, I can smell it, it isn’t

unpleasant, but it is also not something I am used to. I frown slightly, looking at

the bottles she has placed on the side. Massage oils?

“I thought they would help when I give you a massage.” She says, answering my unasked question.

“Were you planning on giving me a massage?” I ask, untying the string on

my sweatpants, making her avert her gaze, her heart beating fast as her cheeks

flush.

“No… I mean, unless you want me to.”

She mumbles.

it’s almost as if

me, at others

I can’t blame

my Lycan that ripples inside of me. “Strip.” My command comes out as a growl, and I frown

of her heart.

and slowly

she strains

hurting. I close the gap between us, grabbing her top and lifting it up over

bra, her heart thumping as my gaze lingers on

over her breasts, my

buds.

growl, pinching them. She doesn’t

and I

me away. My anger rises and I frown at

if

just possessive.

bath I-I’ll get

away from my

the anger that always seemed to rise within me. I get into the tub, sitting back against

heart thumps as she feels

eyes slowly

mine before she blushes and

out of those

skin that do nothing for the irritation within me. She presses her thighs together, trying

she wraps

her large breasts, still wearing her lingerie. I

her, smirking.

Nice ass…

them on,” I

eyes fly open as she stares at me before I see the glimmer of a smile on her face. Something stirs inside and I glare at her, making it

Great.

look away and she edges to the tub and gets in on the far side,

me, and she tries to squeeze in between them. I

refuses to ask

tips of

her onto my

squeaks, but her arms snake

herself from

my chest and

Her heart pounds as she

position, straddling

burn at our position, and I

a groan when

my cock.

to tear her underwear off and fuck her

stronger.

move and doesn’t

her. I don’t move my hands from

eyes, I rest my

focus on her pussy, rubbing against my

being able to control myself

can feel her relaxing, sensing her watching me. I don’t move and soon she relaxes against me. It is soothing, and I slowly wrap my arms around her, pulling her against me. She doesn’t

is welcoming,

soothing. The sound

heating system a faint

and if I wasn’t so fucking turned on,

I ask you something?”

whispers after a while.

murmur, keeping

She seems more

not staring at her.

urge to growl in approval is in my throat but I cut it off not wanting to scare her. ” Why are… Why do people say that you kill all the women who you spend time with?” She

my eyes, looking directly

ones. “Because I

and I stare

I tell her the

lie?

her to believe me

so much. Either answer would

her. I could appear

monster that I am, or

appear heartless. The second was more ideal but… “I won’t

but I do end up

fucking them… then I wake up to a room full of blood and

run my hand up her back, her eyes locked with mine

my surprise, I don’t smell the fear

believe

not to believe?” I ask, tilting my head and looking at